Perfect start to a perfect weekend

I had woken up Abigail by kissing her, not just on her lips, but everywhere I could easily get to. We had ended up making love again, and now we were holding each other in each others arms. I didn't want to get out of bed, but my stomach was starting to growl louder than King Kong on the top of the Empire State Building. "Hungry?" I asked her. "I'll cook. You can sit on the counter and look sexy as hell, like always. Maybe even set the table, but I wanna cook breakfast for you." I knew my brother and Robyn were here, and I'd have to make enough for them, but the idea was I was making breakfast for my girlfriend.

"Starving," I admitted. I turned on my stomach, kissing his side before leaning up to kiss his lips. "I want you to wake me up every morning just like that, okay?" I smiled, rolled back over and slid out the bed. I found my panties, slid them over my hips and grabbed Jackson's shirt. "Look I won't even get dressed. Just for you." I winked.

I inhaled deeply, crawling over the bed, grabbing my boxers and wrapping my arm around her. "I could get used to this." I leaned forward, pressing my lips to hers, letting my hand trail over her ass. I knew even though we'd basically told each other we didn't want anyone else, she still lived here and I still lived in Sea Port. And when she wasn't here, she was in NYC. We'd figure that out sometime... if she wanted to figure it out. A girl like her needed her freedom, and as much as I want to be with her all the time, I knew she had her job and I couldn't keep her from that.

I slid the shirt over my head, moving closer to him, straddling his lap, kissing his lips gently. "Me too." I knew it wouldn't happen all the time. We both had lives outside each other but it was a nice thought. And I suppose I'd take the time I could get. And it's not like either of us admitted to loving one another. And I couldn't just assume it's how he felt. I had no clue how he felt. I rubbed his neck, slid down off his lap and slid my feet in my slippers. I walked to the doorway, stopped and looked back at him. "Coming, handsome?"

It took me a moment to gather my thoughts. I was a man, right? I shouldn't be so overwhelmed with the way she was making me feel. But then again, I guess it's because I was a man. My cock was thinking too much, and not letting my head do any of the thinking. Pushing myself up, I headed over to the door, wrapping my arm around her waist. "I don't want to let you out of my sight this entire weekend." I winked down at her, kissing the side of her head as we walked out the door.

"I don't want you out of mine either, buddy. If I can't see you anymore you get ten spankings that night because of it." I winked, walking down the back steps with him to the kitchen. I let him walk over to the fridge and hopped up on the counter, letting my legs sway back and forth. "So whatcha making?"

I laughed, shutting the fridge and walking over to her. "Well, you know, Chinese food only fills you up for a little while, so I wouldn't doubt if you're starving." I kissed her lips shortly before turning to look for the ingredients. "I'm going to find everything I need. Don't worry about helping." I winked over at her and continued to look.

I wasn't going to admit, I was sure I was going to need some help finding things. But I had to admit, it was pretty funny having her sit up there on the counter, watching me scurry around the kitchen like a lab rat in a maze. I found the flour, eggs, obviously, looking up at her. "Ok, so I said I don't need any help... but maybe we could play hot and cold for you to help me find the rest of the stuff?"

I walked over next to her, letting my hands slide up over her thighs. "Oh really? And I bet now you'll tell me that I'm burning up, right?" I smirked, leaning forward and kissing the spot on her neck just below her ear.

"Hmmm, I'd love to admit how hot you are right now.. but we have guests upstairs. Behave." I pushed him back some, hopped down, grabbed the chocolate chips and backed up. "If you can catch me you can have these." I said shaking the bag and moving around the island away from him.

I laughed at her, loving how playful she was. I slowly started to round the island toward her. "So, you can't admit I'm hot even with my brother and his whore upstairs?" Ok, so that didn't come out the way I meant it to.

I stopped, setting the chocolate chips on the counter. "Jackson, that was harsh as hell. She is not a whore. I barely know the girl and even I know that." I shook my head. "Just finish breakfast. I'm going to go wake your whore of a brother and his girlfriend." I turned and headed up the steps.

"Ok?" I said, taking a step back. "No, it's not ok, Wesley. First you come up here and you ruin my weekend with Abigail, and now you're just going to leave? You know what? I don't give a fuck, just take your whore and get out of here. Maybe Abby and I can actually have a good weekend now."

I held my hands up, surrendering. "Whoa! I'm sorry if I ruined your weekend. I never planned on that. Not at all. But I've gotta get back to the city for a radio interview. I'm sorry, but I gotta go," I told him, sidestepping him.

"A two-timing dick and a pussy to boot," I said as Wesley ducked out the back door. I couldn't believe everything I've learned about him in the last twelve hours. It was making me start to question other things...

"I did see him," I told her, as I finished setting the table. "And he left his who--" I stopped myself, knowing that was the reason Abigail left in the first place, up to run to Bobby's defense. "He had something to do with his band. I don't know." I smiled over at her. "Breakfast is ready."